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Catkins from
my red oak break loose,
race for the ground,
twist into tousled heaps
like wiggles of young boys.
Across the yard
a cherry tree sheds frills
of pink petals— laughing
little girls pulling off tutus
after ballet. I try
to catch them all,
as though I could capture
another chance at spring.
This poem first appeared in Jellyfish Whispers (February 2013).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Patricia L. Goodman is a widowed mother, grandmother, and great grandmother who lives in Delaware. She is a retired horse breeder and teacher and now enjoys singing, gardening, writing, spending time with her family, and she has recently become involved with musical theater. Patricia is the author of three books: Closer to the Ground (Main Street Rag), Walking with Scissors (Kelsay Books) and, most recently, Unbridled (Kelsay Books).
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nancilee:
Love the comparing nature to little kids. Delightful.
Posted 04/26/2013 12:33 PM
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transitions:
thanks for the joy ~ lovely poem. Judy
Posted 04/23/2013 12:06 PM
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chris schulz:
parachuting purple wisteria petals share the sky with spinning catkins from the coastal oaks; dizzy delight!
Posted 04/23/2013 10:52 AM
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KevinArnold:
The wonderful airiness about this poem allows the reader to fill in some of their own spring thoughts.
Posted 04/23/2013 08:24 AM
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njc:
Wonderful poem--love that image in the first 5 lines! Woke up this morning to 10" of fresh April snow (again); looking forward to those pink petals--but this snow is truly beautiful.
Posted 04/23/2013 08:06 AM
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